NO! Don’ wanna! You can’t make me!
Has anyone heard from Fairychat?
I’d like her opinion on the shark repellent.
Howdy Y’all! I’ve been somewhat productive today. Da cave is now all the way spiffed up. I also did two loads of laundry and gasp took clothes out of the laundry room and hung them in the closets where they actually belong! Imagine that! 
I went to the burly butcher sto’ and got the <snerk> butts! <snerk> and <snerk> boobs! <snerk> along with some smoked chikin for tonight’s dindin which shall consist of said chikin, wild rice, flytrap’s favorite succotash, and rolls. Seems like quite enough to accomplish for one day.
The Eleventh Suggestion:
“Thou shall not remove the corn from the cob.”
“Verily” comes in there somewhere…:dubious:
Close your eyes and think of England. 
Lotion is good too.
Heathen! Plus I hate getting the bits stuck in my teeth.
I’m wondering if I can poke at Trumpie hard enough in Twitter to get added to the Honor Roll. Hmmm. He’s pretty thin skinned, but he must get negged all the time.
Howdy Y’all! Dindin got et and I did some more cave stuff. All is done and all is well.
I do not like corn on the cob. There. I sad it and I meant it!
Swampy, what the hell is wrong with you?! Next you’ll say you don’t like apple pie and baseball, and that’s just flat-out un-American.
And he calls himself a Southerner!
But let us not embarrass him any more.
He cannot help it, bless his heart.
We’re already not using coasters, what more trouble could we find?
So you got some T&A at the burly butcher’s, swampy? 
rockin’, try some aloe gel. I get mine at Walgreen’s (store brand) and it comes in plain or menthol. The menthol rocks for a sunburn.
Still working on the punkin’ (and the bourbon). It’s going to be much better than my sober attempt last year.
Swampy, I don’t like corn on the cob either. It’s hard to eat and I hate the way it gets stuck between my teeth.
It is surprising that Queen Victoria gave that advice to a grand daughter, as much as she enjoyed the act. When told by a physician that she should not have relations with Albert for a period of time, she responded, “What? I can’t have any fun?”
Still no word from Mom.
I do hope that the shark repellent was not out of date.
:dubious:
Do life rafts have Wi-Fi?
Swampy, if it makes you feel any better? I’m so southern that I’m related to myself, and I don’t like N.O.T. salad, or deviled eggs. Yes, I own half a dozen deviled egg trays, because that’s in the rule book if you’re a southern lady over the age of 25. But I won’t eat the damned things! (I do like corn on the cob, but I have a terrible underbite, so I’m too self-conscious to eat COTC in public.)
Slept the day away. Left Littlest Miss and The Mister to their own devices. Didn’t really intend to do so, but I feel better now than I have in a month. I’ve always been a person who needs a lot of sleep to recuperate from illness. So maybe now I can tackle all of the crap I need to do around here!
Peaches may I have your deviled eggs? I am quite fond of them and no one makes them around here.
Shhhhhh – she forgot to specify how we should behave. That leaves lots of possibilities!
Shame! Fie, Madame!
Mrs. Plant (v.2.0), a Yankee, (let that be Our Little Secret-I often had to explain, “She’s Not From Around Here”, but I digress) was told by her friends that if she did not own a deviled egg tray, we would be considered to be Living In Sin.
No word on the efficacy of the shark repellent. Perhaps we should consider an election of a new Matriarch.
:dubious:
Up, sheveled, off to PT, then irk.
Passed out on the sofa watching the World Series, woke up to some lay-the-hands preacher/infomercial type show.
“Do you accept Jeez-us for your personal salvation?”
No, but I accept Pillow as my personal headrest. ::Poweroff::
She said she wasn’t paying for the interwaves package. You’s gonna be in TROUBLE!!! doggio, Ruble, stand down the Shark-ta-pult[sup]®[/sup], we’re not gonna need it.
Both my father’s mother, who was a lady, and at least two of her cousins (who were ladies as well), and my father’s paternal aunt (very much a lady, so long as you don’t expect ladies to be intelligent as well as genteel) all owned deviled eggs trays.
Does that mean I’m descended from a bunch of southern ladies and nobody had told me?